The man who stands before you is one you’ve only heard of sparsely from Kazuha. You’ve heard of stories of him, but he was dead. Kazuha had told you how he had died in front of his eyes, you had seen his blank vision, and yet… here he stood. Tomo stood calmly, a snow white cat in his arms and a soft smile on his face. He spoke calmly, an air of warmth in his voice…

“Hello. Who might you be? A traveller perhaps?”